Robert Coleman writes: "My dad spoke of Ovid's funeral as being in winter. The funeral was in Galt. Then the family got on the train with the casket; the train went to Paris and then backed up to St. George. The casket and family were loaded on big horse drawn sleds and hauled through deep snow up the hill to the cemetery. The snow was so deep only the minister and the pallbearers went into the cemetery. Ovid was buried near the road and the family could hear the commital service from the sleds. Then they were all hauled back to the station again and got on the train to return to Galt.

Ovid was quite musical. He could play the piano and sing. He used to sweep up hair of a Saturday at Grandfather Coleman's barber shop, which in those days was attached to the old Scott's Opera House at what is now Queen's Square. There was a trap door through the back and when he was wanted, Ovid would go and play the piano as background for the silent movies. Other times, as a filler for performances, he would play the piano and sing."1